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Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice & Daddy Rich) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust to Dust (Prime Minister Pete Nice) · Dust to Dust (Dust to Dust) · Dust the Dust (Ghost Town Blues Band) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits (2 Live Crew) · Original 2 Live Crew (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew Is What We Are (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Video] (2 Live Crew) · 2 Live Crew's Greatest Hits [Clean] (2 Live Crew) – and 90 other albums »


our back and not in our face
'Cause 2 Live is the Crew, the boyz with da bass

2 Live Crew, 2 Live Crew
Boyz with da bass, boyz with da bass
Boyz with
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The battle's over and the dust is clearing
Disciples of the Snow Dog sound the knell
Rejoicing echoes as the dawn is nearing
By-Tor in defeat
hard to the head like shots of Jack Daniels

Y'all, bitch crews, don't wanna fuck with us
Y'all bound to lose, another one bites the dust
Y'all, bitch
the day I die!

Chorus:
(2 Live Crew) (They're back!)
(2-2 Live Crew) (Say-whut-say-whut?)
(2 Live Crew) (They're-back-they're-back!)
(2 Live Crew
you bleed and obey your invisible master

Missin' the moon in the night 
Finding yourself for a world of violet light

Welcome home from the dust
straight be	'fore I disobey
Its the one - two combination punch to the throat
There's a hole in ya boat bitch
That's all she wrote
Ashes to ashes, dust
the busta crew
Playin' games I used to play back in '79
With the same bullshit an' the same ol' lie
If you want some respect ya won't be individual
in a Ford van 
Let these niggas know I'm a give em a permanent suntan
Walk in your studio session
Damage your crew in the vocal booth with
chillin and
Front on this and get dissed, motherfucker
Me and my crew, me and my crew we be chillin and
Front on this and get dissed

Ah one two
from town 
Papa was a driller on a wildcat crew and my mama never was around 
I learn to cuss when I was two and fight when I was three 
And by
forsaken place
Hasn't seen life in years
I glance around
Time to prepare to perform the black arts

From death to dust to life
Return to live again
I
ghetto instrumental, detrimental to kids
As if they can't see the misery in which they live
Blame me, for the outcome, ban my records - check it
Don't
smackin your face and your chest just like a fuckin drumroll nigga
You ain't know me and my crew, we lockin it up
And rubberband stackin dough in
[Chorus]

At the age of sixty-four, 
If he lives that long, 
He'll greet you at the door 
And he'll gently lead you by the arm 
In the dark recess
There's a parallel universe that might be blocked
But by emotion we put into it we could unlock it
I'm not saying we could escape fate tunneling in this
a parallel universe that might be blocked
But by emotion we put into it we could unlock it
I'm not saying we could escape fate tunneling in this vast
never thought I'd live to regret that day

* you put a scar on my heart I can't cover up and hide
I'm on the ropes in the corner with no fighter left
It is nothing to live as we do
Day to day we roam
Heart without a home of our own
Dust and passion lay in our throats
Revenge in each word that spoke
(3:55) 

1st Verse Sheila says the heart is just a muscle   Sheila says the heart is cooled by time  Hiding out for years down in these trade winds
that feeling
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in
Off instrumentals, had my pencil and plus my paper
We caught the 86 Lithonia headed to Decatur
Writing rhymes, tryna find our spot off in that light
nigga alive
	(It's do or die) The motto that I live by
	(It's suicide) Testin me line for line
	(So who am I?) The one and only Myke Miers	(2x)

[ VERSE 2
beat 
Makin' a livin' out of my misery 
Till he got a friend like me 
[Chorus X2] 
Promise to visit 
I know it's rough in your cell 
Receiving mail
to break in the calm 
Created by strange tongues that praise the norm 
But while they make a living giving false testimony 
I often impress the ceremony
Busta Bust
In God We Trust another one bites the dust

Hey Ramp, fuck that!
I was 'bout to see this cat
Some niggas pulled up in a black suburban